Mike cracks his back as he walks back down the hallway to the office for the second time. He slept the entire day, and while others would see that as 'wasting his life away', Mike sees it as gaining the necessary rest to do his fucking job.
Knowing there would be another paper with more chores to complete waiting for him, Mike waits outside for just a minute. Make the bastard wait for him for a change.
Staring up at the walls a sign labeled 'Rules', a smirk lights his face up as he walks closer to it to read. Everything stated wasn't completely out of whack, unlike what many kid's places do, but one rule manages to catch his eye.
6. Don't touch Freddy.
With a mischievous glint in his eye, Mike spins towards the janitor's closet and hurries to carry out his self-assigned task.
Freddy's eyes narrow at the sprinting guard as the man races from the West hall to the front of the stage, slowly piling up a few cleaning supplies. The mess consists mainly of rags and multiple empty buckets, and what looks to be stain remover. His arm is willed to lift but it stays locked in place.
"Fred, Fred what's going on?" Bonnie hisses, his eyes wide at the guard still grabbing supplies.
"Calm down Bonnie. It's 11:55, enough time to activate and grab him before he can do anything," Freddy responds, eyes locked on the rabbit's red gaze. It was obvious the animatronic was nervous about what was occurring, but after his speech of time being on their side, Bonnie calms down and simply watches the guard with careful eyes.
"Alright guys!" All four animatronics flinch back as much as they can with their servers still locked as Schmidt smiles widely at them. "I'm gonna clean you! Get those disgusting stains off and whatnot 'cause every other asshole here won't clean you. Seriously, it's like everyone's afraid to get near you."
Freddy tenses up as the guard quickly fills a bucket with water and slides it onto the stage next to Bonnie. Oh no.
Bonnie's eyes get as wide as animatronically possible as the man proceeds to grab a rag and spray bottle, moving to the rabbit.
"Just gotta start from the bottom and go to the top," Mike mutters to himself. After seeing the bucket isn't about to fall over and create a gigantic mess, the man dips the rag into the warm water, rings it out, then slowly rubs it up and down Bonnie's right leg.
Bonnie wanted to strangle the human, thinking he'd allow the man to get this fucking close to him without thinking the rabbit wouldn't retaliate. Who the fuck was this guy! And although he'd love to choke him to death, the fucker was completely set up at 11:56, leaving him unable to strangle Schmidt like he wanted to. And as the man knelt down with the intent of touching him, Freddy stared at how Bonnie looked like he'd scream bloody murder.
Only, a feeling of warmth never felt before suddenly climbs up the rabbit's right leg.
"What the fuck," is hissed as the night guard carefully coaxes out a pizza stain that's been there for who knows how long, rubbing the fake fur up and down in smooth motions.
"Why the fuck are you so dirty?" Mike wonders allowed. As expected he doesn't get an answer, but Bonnie is stiff as the man cleans his legs. After a few moments the animatronic seems to melt at his touch, loving the way the warmth of the water spreads all the way down to his circuits. Without his consent his voice box let's out purr of joy, quick to cut it off as he feels his servers unlock. Looking down his gaze traces the kneeling guard's form, the clear memory of wanting to throw him into Foxy's cove so the other could have a field day of ripping Schmidt's throat out. But…
"Okay, legs are done." Looking up Mike eyes the rabbit's lighter belly and stands up to work on that part, making sure to get the back and careful not to touch the guitar in fear it'll come loose and fall.
Freddy stares at Bonnie in wonder. He felt his servers unlock minutes ago, meaning Bonnie's did too. And as soon as Mr. Schmidt so much as climbed onto the stage Freddy knew the rabbit would rip him apart in seconds if he could. But he didn't. He looked down, stared at the man, then looked right back up before Schmidt could notice the sudden movement. What would make you stop from attacking him?
But no matter what the answer is, Freddy will make sure Bonnie stays safe, ready to kill the man if the animatronic so much as hints to being uncomfortable.
Chica was having the same realization as she watched Bonnie stand at attention as if he still couldn't move. Looking at Freddy for an answer she merely gets a shrug and he stands still as well. If Bonnie wasn't attacking the man as he touched him, then there must be a great reason he's staying frozen. Especially if it's Bonnie of all animatronics, being such a girl when it comes to certain things like that.
Mike stayed very meticulous throughout his cleaning, making sure to get every inch of fur for the rabbit. He got out too many pizza stains to count, a few pieces of gum, even something that looked a fucking lot like blood, wherever the hell something like that would come from.
"Okay! Good as new!" The young man beams at his job well done, there being a noticeable difference between Bonnie's glowing fur and Freddy's matted pelt. Smirking at his wonderful idea he then turns to Freddy, the next in line, only to spin directly to Chica. "I-I'll save you f-for last Freddy," he gulps.
Call him chicken, he had to put that pun in if intentional or not, but there had to be a reason as to why the rule stated Freddy exactly.
"So, Chica. Chica-chee, Chica-choo. Just, ah, don't move," Mike smirks. Refilling the bucket, Chica almost answers with a yes, quick to catch herself and not scare the man. Bonnie allowed him to clean his fur, so Schmidt could possibly be trusted. Just this once though.
Mike then proceeds cleaning Chica just like he did Bonnie. The chicken animatronic doesn't purr like her friend, but her circuits relax into a more comfortable posture as the warmth from the water soaks into her joints. It takes a shorter amount of time to complete his task, knowing exactly what he should be expecting for the cleaning process, but still keeps his work thorough and slow to make sure the animatronic was completely clean.
"Okay, guess Freddy's nex-" Mike stops when he realizes he was told about four animatronics. "Sorry Freddy, I'll be right back."
Said bear watches as the man quickly hops off the stage and slowly approaches the curtain to Pirate's Cove, wary of what might be awaiting inside. He smirks as he sees Bonnie watching intently as he walks away, but makes no move to advance on the human.
"What made you stop?" The rabbit jerks at the question and looks at Freddy, his ears drooping as he looks away.
"I, uh. It felt nice, after he started cleaning me," the rabbit confessed as his red eyes flicker back up to Freddy's blue ones, smiling. "Thanks for not grabbing him. I wanted to see how it'd go, so, thanks."
"No way that's so cool!" The three on stage flip back to their original positions as the guard races into the room and back to the curtains with a bucket and rag in hand.
Mike spotted the fourth one he was told about, and for some reason a pirate fox was decommissioned even though it'd make the place badass. Pulling the curtains back his face lights up at the fox's standing figure, an eye patch covering the right eye and hook replacing his right hand. Seriously, put this guy back up and running and this restaurant would gain a lot more customers.
Having the bucket filled once more he gets to work, careful around the parts of the old animatronic that no longer had a fur shell around the mechanical mechanisms. Good thing nothing got into the gears or else the rag would be shredded to bits as he'd ty to get in there. The man kept up his work though, making sure every inch of the dusty fox was cleaned to look brand new.
Foxy was confused by the others not making a single sound when the clock struck 12:00. Normally they would talk or come and grab him to talk about the plan for the night, but he only heard the squawking of the night guard seemingly talking to himself.
Having the urge to see what the hell was going on, Foxy poked his head out to have a look at what exactly was going on, only to drop his jaw at the human touching Bonnie.
The fox immediately had prepared to leap at the human with a murderous intent of ripping the man limb from limb, but in the corner of his eye he saw Freddy raising a paw to stop him. The fox almost leapt out no matter what the damn bear said, but after looking back at the man, he realized Bonnie wasn't locked up either, meaning he could give the landlubber a piece of his own mind.
Only, the purple animatronic didn't. Didn't even move away.
Now with the human touching him, without any fear after so many years of isolation, the fox finds himself enjoying the company.
Mike hums softly to himself like the night before, finishing the job and taking the same amount of time as he did with Bonnie. It would've been faster if the fox was actually put together the way the others were, but a little bit of hard work never hurt anyone. Now with the rabbit, chicken, and fox completely washed, all that was left was the bear animatronic. Fazfuck, why the hell would the rule only include you?
Gripping the bucket like a sword as he approaches the stage for the last time that night.
Something about the bear made Mike hesitant, an aura of authority surrounding the animatronic. It makes sense he'd be the lead singer of the gang, his name being what the restaurant is called and all, but he also feels like a leader for the gang. Someone who would protect the others from all danger.
Mike scoffs to himself from that and focuses on getting his supplies ready. I'm really gonna do it. I'm really gonna break the goddamn rule.
Freddy's eyes followed Mike's form as the man clambered onto the stage, wet cloth in hand as he kneels before the main animatronic. He can see the tension in the young man, his shoulder tense and jaw tight.
Honestly Freddy doesn't mind being touched. It comes with the job of entertaining children. The rule was simply put there so the employees wouldn't have to clean them, making their lives just a tad bit easier when working at the pizzeria. Obviously the rule didn't work out very well for keeping his fur clean, but it did make others keep a wide birth around him at all times. Everyone except Foxy, Chica, and Bonnie. And now, Mr. Schmidt.
As the warm rag wipes away years of food, grime, and admittedly blood from his fur, Freddy's aching joints loosen so much he's afraid he'll move and scare the man away. He makes sure none of his parts so much as twitch though as the night guard delicately cleans him thoroughly, visibly becoming much more comfortable by the minute.
It took a shorter time to complete Freddy, surprising since he's the one not allowed to be touched and all, but Mike finally finished all four.
Stepping back at his work the man smiles widely. He was never the best student and would never complete his work, yet here he stands at 5:00 in the morning, one hour before his shift ends, and he is damn proud of it.
Only, there was that list he needed to do.
Realizing all that hard work was just on a whim Mike groans and stomps back to the office, swiping up the paper with an angry growl.
When he takes a look at the note though his eyebrows raise at seeing all the tasks for the night were, crossed out. Did the guy from the other morning know what he'd be hit with and did them for him? Or maybe the manager just wanted to be a dick and make him think he had more damn chores to complete?
Turning the page over his eyes widen at a signature at the bottom and what it said.
Thank you Mr. Schmidt. -FF
What the hell did that mean? Fucking Fuckers? Fucked Fucker? Is it calling him a fucked fucker?
Mike shrugs as he yawns, sinking into the chair as his eyes drop down.
Freddy smirks at seeing this, having followed the night guard to see his reaction to the note. Mr. Schmidt had expected a longer list of cleaning to do, yet was greeted with a simple thank you with the promise of the tasks being completed. He got the idea when the man was cleaning Foxy and sent the others out to complete the listed tasks. The man at least deserved a break from the chores from cleaning them if anything.
"I feel so clean!" Chica whispers as she jumps excitedly. Foxy walks out of the cove and gives Bonnie and Chica a once over before nodding.
"Ne'er fel' this way before," he agrees.
"You were able to clean the kitchen right Chica?" Freddy asks as he walks into the dining room.
"As clean as ever Freddy!"
"And you got all of the suits arranged in parts and service Foxy?"
"All ship shape!"
"Thank you for doing that."
"Fred, I looked at his list after you signed it. It didn't say anything about cleaning us," Bonnie pipes up. The bear looks at his friend with a mechanical sigh, trying his hardest to mimic what every human parent does at some point of time while in the pizzeria.
"I honestly can not answer that. But, it's clear he is quite, different." The other three nod as Freddy walks back up the stairs, making sure the floors are spotless from his own sweeping. "Maybe we can get to know him just a tad bit more."
"Oh please Freddy! He's so adorable! I don't want him to go yet!" Chica pleads.
"Can I at least scare the shit out of him?" Bonnie questions.
"Let's see about tomorrow." No one argues as they take their places for the day, servers locking up with a satisfied wheeze as they settle into their positions. Mr. Schmidt has proven to be very interesting. Maybe this one can stay.